"Doctor," her voice is hitting that tone where he knows she's got something (bad) for him. She's waving a tiny pink, square piece of card in his direction and he tries (and fails) to ignore it. When he keeps up his ignorance, she tires and demands his attention instead. "I'm going to count to three and if you don't give me your full attention, so be it on your head."
He thinks he's got her sussed but she sends him a very clear message: don't mess with Amy Pond. "One. Two. Thr-" She doesn't even let herself finish three before spinning him around and attacking his lips with hers. His mouth is slightly open from the shock so she takes the chance to run her tongue along his teeth, before pulling away sharply. "Ah look, now you're giving me your full attention."
Her face shouts victory and her eyes yell 'Gotcha' but he merely blinks (twice) and clears his throat. "Rory's watching," he informs her quietly, still heartily bemused by the entire affair.
"And now you are. So, this christening, are we off?" That's what she's waving in his face; a little pink invite card from Mr Williams.
"If you notice, it's addressed to Jack. Not me and not you."
"Yes," she's more than ready for this, "But this Jack has left you a message. Doctor, I can't go – you know why. Fancy meeting the team? Call me. Did you call him?"
"No."
"Are we going?"
"No."
"Do you ever lighten up?"
"No." He's almost as stubborn as she is, and that's why Amy's more dangerous than anyone else he's ever met. She's almost his mirror except she's ginger and female (only one of which he wants to be.)
"Either we're going or I'm driving the TARDIS," she doesn't give him much choice in this ultimatum, "By which I mean I'll drive the TARDIS to this christening, with possible damage to your beloved in the process. Make your choice, Doctor, and make it quick."
He doesn't stand a chance against not-so-little-and-oh-so-stubborn Amelia Pond. He snatches the invite, marches off and exhales sharply. Why he doesn't travel with alone is beyond him sometimes.
"Ere Rhys, these lot say they know Jack." The man, strongly Welsh, stands at the door of the Church, calling in. "Jack what's-his-name?"
"Harkness, first name Captain." The Doctor grins manically, as do Rory and Amy, neither of whom dressed well for Wales. If I'd known it was in Wales, would I have worn this? And yes Doctor, this is a rhetorical question. Amy's no fun when she's cold, the Doctor discovers.
"You know Jack?" A woman – presumably the mother – comes to the door, baby in arms. Her eyes are so wide and the Doctor places both hands on either one of her shoulders.
"I'm his-" he bends in, so he can whisper in her ear, "Doctor."
"It's alright, Gav, they can come in." She's a little tearful as she says it and Gav takes Rory and Amy in. "I'll bloody kill him, I will, the minute he gets back he'll wish he never did."
"Gwen Cooper-"
"Williams," she corrects him amidst a deep breath and a muffled sob. "No sideburns?"
"Different Doctor. Well, same Doctor, new face. It's a complex state of affairs, but I'm him."
"And you've seen him? Seen Jack?" She hoists the baby up, who grumbles slightly and then settles.
"Yes." He feels he should elaborate but what can he say that will make her feel better?
"And he's not," she pauses, not quite knowing what to say. "Not with you? Not coming?"
"He sends his best wishes, to all of you."
"But the bas-" she stops herself. Swearing around the baby doesn't make the best impressions; especially not after Rhys nearly lost them this church once already. "He can't make it himself?" She's bitter, because after all this time she's still heard nothing.
"You know he can't." He's speaking so softly it makes her more emotional than she already is. He offers her a tissue, which she declines politely. As much as Jack trusts this man, he doesn't look too baby friendly so she resolves to let him wipe her nose for her. It's a little intimate for their first meeting, he muses, but he can kind of see why Jack likes her already.
"Well you might as well come in, there were aliens galore on my wedding day but for this little one, no aliens involved."
"Oh, well, I should probably stay out here then." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, looking for a bench or some other seating device to take his weight (running to the church after they landed five miles from the destination was not part of his plan.) She laughs a heartfelt chuckle and tilts her head to the door.
"You're already involved, get yourself in."
It's a nice ceremony; Rhys cries, Dilwyn cries, Gwen doesn't – she's cried out. Amy wipes away a stray tear which only the Doctor notices and he goes to squeeze her hand, only to find Rory's already squeezing the other. Not for Amy's benefit however, Rory's a little emotional himself. Gwen overcomes her initial Doctor-baby issues, and in the absence of Jack, the Doctor becomes temporary godfather. He's touched and takes little Dilwyn in his arms
"And to think, if I'd had my way we'd have missed this. May you always be blessed with the truth." He cradles him close and places the gentlest kiss on his forehead. Amy knows that one day he'll make a great dad but Rory poses a new question to her: how do you know he's not already?
"Big boy Rhys, it's been a pleasure to meet you, it really has." His hand is engulfed by Rhys' but he shakes it all the same, leading the way for Amy and Rory to do the same. "And as for you, Gwen Williams, you are special and just brilliant. Don't let these two men forget it. Although I have a question."
"Fire away," she grins, placing Dilwyn over her shoulder. She's a natural, the Doctor smiles, mentally noting to tell Jack.
"Why do you women insist on having more than one man?"
"Amy, huh?" She's intuitive by the thousand and he can definitely see why Jack likes her so much. The Doctor stumbles over his words but Gwen just laughs (the first time she's done so in a while.) "It's pretty obvious." She winks to him as Amy and Rory walk over. "Rory, nice to meet you. And Amy, you're a woman after my own heart. Keep them under that thumb, eh?"
Amy salutes Gwen and strokes the baby's hand goodbye. She pulls Rory away as the Doctor says his final goodbyes, scrawling down two numbers on a nearby napkin. He tucks it into one of Gwen's hand, kisses the baby's cheek and leaves the church.
"Do you think we're related?" Rory asks once they're back in the comfort of the TARDIS.
"Why, because you share the same surname?" Amy's sceptical – Rory's definitely not Welsh.
"You're not," the Doctor confirms, sliding Amy's phone out her pocket, "Mind if I borrow this?"
He rings Jack like he knew he would; broken men sharing tales of their broken worlds. "You'll fix," Harkness. And when you do – notice I said when Jack, not if – when you do, they'll all be waiting."
"You included?"
He hesitates (only slightly) "Me included."